Who: God + Open to those at the Winchester residence + Castiel What: Sometimes She makes lolarious house calls When: Wednesday Where: Winchester residence Rating: PG-13. God won't curse. Others might.
They had a house. How quaint. She walked up the front stoop with Her tiny legs. There was look on Her face that couldn't be described as sad or angry… it was simply somewhere in between. There was a definite pout on Her lips as she climbed the steps. Her eyes were crinkled in disappointment, which only increased as She ended up just on the other side of the front door. What She held dear was somewhere inside that house, She could tell. She wasn't here to forcibly get it back, no, but She would certainly have words with someone. Her words would have likely been more convincing had She presented Herself in Her natural body, but it was a toss up between impressiveness and exploding heads, or innocence with the same amount of power and mortal survival. Feeling merciful and always rather partial towards Her creations, She chose the latter.
She looked anything but threatening. She was wearing a pink bathing suit, as usual, underneath a red Harry Potter tshirt, boardshorts, and tiny shiny gold and silver Chuck Taylors on Her feet. Her hair was braided back in a neat plait, and she looked appropriately wide-eyed and innocent. Those wide eyes started to water and She made sure She had a good sniffle going on too before She reached up to knock on the door.